Carrack's work was done a
little the soonest, and that her thread was a little the truest?

During the contest the old merchant and his wife had conversed closely,
apart; the green shade had lost its terrors, and he could look on it
steadily, now; and at the close William Peabody approaching the
fireplace, drew from his bosom the old parchment deed, which in his
hunger for money had so often disquieted his visits to the homestead,
and thrust it into the very heart of the flame, which soon shrivelled it
up, and, conveying it out at the chimney, before the night was past
spread it in peaceful ashes over the very grounds which it had so long
disturbed.

"So much for that!" said the old merchant, as the last flake vanished;
"and now, nephew," he addressed himself to Elbridge, "fulfilling an
engagement connected with your return, I resign to you all charge of
your father's property."

"Did you bring anything with you from the Gold Region?" Mrs. Carrack
interposed.

"Not one cent, Aunt," Elbridge answered promptly.

"You may add, William," pursued Mrs. Carrack, "the sums of mine you have
in hand."

William Peabody was pausing on this proposition, the sums in question
being at that very moment embarked in a most profitable speculation.

Upon the very height of the festivity, when it glowed the brightest and
was most musical with mirthful voices, there had come to the casement a
moaning sound as if borne upon the wind from a distance, a wailing of
anguish, at the same time like and unlike that of human suffering. By
slow advances it approached nearer and nearer to the homestead, and
whenever it arose it brought the family enjoyment to a momentary pause.
It had drawn so near that it sounded now again, as if in mournful
lamentation, at the very door, when Mopsey, her dark face almost white,
and her brow wrinkled with anxiety, rushed in. "Grandfather," she said,
addressing old Sylvester, "blind Sorrel's dying in the door-yard."

There was not one in all that company whom the announcement did not
cause to start; led by old Sylvester, they hastily rose, and conducted
by Mopsey, followed to the scene. Blind Sorrel was lying by the
moss-grown horse-trough, at the gate.

"I noticed her through the day," said Oliver, "wandering up the lane as
if she was seeking the house."

"The death-agony must have been upon her then," said William Peabody,
shading his eyes with his hand.

"She remembered, perhaps, her young days," old S